Page 5 of A Sinful Gift

“You weren’t really going to fight?” She was oddly relieved. As much as she’d been initially aroused by the idea, now she didn’t want to see them fight over her, even though she was still pissed as hell that Mason had just grabbed her from the bar like some creepy stalker.

“Never. We are as close as brothers,” Mason said.

“Great,” Hazel muttered. She tried to pull free of the gentle but firm weight of Mason’s hands still on her shoulders.

“Hazel.” Blake murmured her name in a way that reminded her of midnight whispers and silk sheets sliding against skin. “What’s it to be? One week with me?” he asked.

“I’ve got work...” She tried to think of any excuse.

“Mason will retrieve your laptop and any work files you need, but I want you here. So I can have access to you whenever I want. But I know for a fact you were going to take a week off soon, for vacation. I’m sure if you called your paralegal tomorrow, she could handle things until you got back.”

She arched a brow. He was right. She had been planning to fly to some hot island and lie on a beach beneath palm trees. “What about me and whatIwant?”

His lips kicked up in that grin that had captured her heart in law school.

“You’ll have access to me too. Anytime you want me,I’m yours, Hazel.”

I’m yours.Such simple words, yet they made her dizzy like she’d drunk champagne too quickly. One of the smartest, sexiest lawyers in New York City, who could have anyone he wanted... had just said he’d be hers.Oh God...

“I...” She was tongue-tied, but as always Blake seemed to know just what to do to win her over. That was what made him so dangerous.

He moved closer, pressing her back against Mason, trapping her between the two of them so she had no escape as he fisted a hand in her hair at the base of her neck. Then he kissed her.Hard.It was a delicious, overwhelming assault on her senses as she tasted scotch and sin on his lips. It only added to the burning intensity of the moment.

His tongue plunged between her lips and decadently flicked against hers, mimicking the thrusting of lovemaking. His fingers tightened slightly in her hair, creating a whisper of pain that she liked, and it made her whimper against his mouth. He kissed her even more ruthlessly now, seeming determined to erase any resistance she might have left to him. She was all too aware of his hardness and the mirrored hardness of Mason behind her. She couldn’t escape, but did she even want to?

When he finally let her breathe, she panted softly, her lips feeling bruised from his kisses.

“Give yourself to me,” he commanded in a rough whisper. “You know I’ll take care of my good girl, won’t I?” She saw his control was fraying. God, she loved knowing she could make him lose control like that.

“Y—yes,” she replied.

His lips curved and he cupped her cheek in one palm. “Good girl. There’s just one more thing...”

“What?”

“Mason and I shareeverything.”

She blinked, dazed as she tried to process what he’d said. “Share? Share what?”

“You.For the next week, you’re not just mine. You’rehistoo. Now show Mason what a good girl you are for him.” He turned her toward Mason, and she stared up at the chiseled hardness of the blond-haired giant. Mason’s expression was one of raw hunger, the kind that promised a violent rush of pleasure if she gave herself over to it... to him. He would fuck her hard, would make her see stars, and oh God, she needed that more than anything in that moment.

His calloused fingers gently captured her chin and tilted her face up as he lowered his head. For such a fierce man, his kiss began softly, almost sweetly, yet there was an underlying carnality to it that made her shiver deliciously. As if emboldened by her response, he parted her lips with his tongue and kissed her, slowly, seductively, with a surprising sensuality that she did not expect from a man like this.

She moaned, unable to resist reacting to him as desire throbbed between her thighs. Blake’s hand slid around her waist, holding her tight against him from behind as he whispered in her ear.

“Just imagine taking the both of us, being surrounded by us,filledby us. How would you like that?” He flicked his tongue into the shell of her ear, and she felt his hardness press against her lower back. “We would leave no part of you untouched and unloved. You would be worshipped like the goddess you are and claimed as our prize.”

She wouldn’t like it. She wouldloveit. But she would probably die from an overload of pleasure.

She whimpered as Blake cupped her breasts, kneading them gently and lightly pinching her nipples.

“I want you out of this fucking dress,” he growled, and the primal anger in his voice at her clothing daring to come between her body and his made her tremble with excitement. She’d always liked it when he got a little rough in his eagerness.

“Strip her,” Mason urged him. “I need to see this little beauty bared to me.” Then Mason was kissing her again, that soft mouth of his now hard and hungry on hers.

Blake’s hands tore at the zipper on the back of her dress as he yanked it down and tugged it free of her body. She wore only a lacy pale-pink bra with matching panties beneath the dress. Whenever she faced off against Blake in a business deal, she liked to secretly wear her sexiest lingerie. It felt like her secret superpower, because the way he looked at her made her certain he knew exactly what she wore beneath her elegant suits and dresses. And the feral gleam in the polished lawyer’s eyes made her wet.

“You always know how to bring out the caveman in me,” Blake whispered harshly against her skin before he bit into the soft flesh at the crook of her neck.

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